It’s still rainy and cold and windy and awful here in Wellington today. I opened my bedroom window a couple of hours ago, just to air it out a bit, and when I came back in? There was hail on my pillows. Okay? Okay.
So I haven’t really done much with my long weekend so far besides going out briefly for an eyebrow wax (such a bad idea, girl) and an extra fuzzy sweater. Alice came over last night for dinner and DVDs and we dragged my bed into the lounge for a sleepover—because you know what else was in the lounge, my people? At long, long last?
A fire. A fire was in the lounge. A fire that I built with my own bare hands was in the lounge . Okay? Okay.
See? There in the background? Right behind the fun fur collar on my new cardie?
Here, let me give you a closeup. Of the fire that I made with my own bare hands. Behold! FIRE!
I mean, true, I haven’t been able to leave the house (or, indeed, the lounge), which is sort of impacting my social life as well as the contents of my pantry, but as long as I have my fuzzy blue hot water bottle and the woodpile I think I’ll be all right.
